semi-poisoned by the pink flower outside.
judge not your fellow brother.
for you, the satisfied consumer who frolics in safety and civil freedom, are clearly unaware of your blessedness.
form opinions if you must.
but judgements, those are irretractable sentences.
i had a dream again.
so real, i believe my senses were confused.
then i woke up, and sighed.
so many butter cookies, but they feed no mouths.
just look at them readings.
and the nearness of my thesis submission.
times i wish i were equipped with american skills.
i tried to be more than me
and i gave till it all went away
and we've only surrendered
to the worst part of these winters that we've made.
perfection at 11:49 PM
